You introduced me to
the wall/wall/floor: corner.
Nevertheless. Dyspnea
is shortness of breath.
Ukiyo-e: can you imagine
a surface so matte that
the pores come up off
the surface to meet you?
If you met jouissance over
water crackers and very
nice mustard (the bulbous
brown seeds broken jaggedly,
and bits of scallion clearly
visible in a tough of
amber oil) on the banks
of a salt marsh, that
would be an austere
and erudite way to meet.
Jouissance is cerebral
(and soaking wet! like
a maraschino cherry!)
You are more corporeal
than that harlot, if as
intransigent to meaning.
